Journal

Had a nice surprise today. Went to visit Mya's grave with a friend. As we were pulling up, we saw another car was stopping there as well. I approached the car and there were two women inside. I said hello. One of the women said that it was so sad that the little girl buried there was so young when she passed. I agreed with her. She then asked me if I was the mother. I told her that I was. Both offered me their condolences and I thanked them. They said that they had seen her obituary in the paper. They didn't stay more than a few moments, said they didn't want to intrude.

It made me realize again how many people were touched by my daughter. Felt really good. It was such a beautiful fall day today...